February 28, 2015
Today’s strip has a Grease-like feel to it as some Lady Mudlarks get Lysol to “tell them more, tell them more” about her date with Bobby. Over burgers and bottled water, Lysol reveals little about Bobby. We don’t even find out how the date ended, though they probably kissed pretty hard given that Lysol’s mouth has shifted from beneath her nose.
Panel 3 leaves us with Lysol picking up the baton of unpaid Milford coach. Still no Mimi sighting this season beyond her appearance in the Christmas Day strip.
February 26, 2015
We’ve been to Ricozzi’s before – just once. Nice to see Whigham remember some of the architectural details of the place. The pizza tray stand is a nice little touch, too. Rubin thinks we haven’t remembered these characters’ names, or have forgotten them out of sheer boredom.
Speaking of sheer boredom, how about this date? Did you know a lot of the time coaches don’t worry about teaching proper cutting to their players? That’d come as no surprise in Milford, where the coaches don’t show up during the season, much less worry about teaching their players anything. By evening’s end, Bobby will have molded another unpaid coach for the Thorps.
February 25, 2015
Nothing like the awkward depictions of awkward teen romance in Gil Thorp to keep the story moving right along. Will we get to see Ricozzi’s? Surely, this place must be pretty swank, even for a tank town like Milford.
Meanwhile, in Comput Class, we get a recap of the first two panels courtesy of Bobby’s buddy there. For a strip that has in the past been a little bit OCD about reminding us who’s named who, I don’t recall them mentioning this guy’s name despite him being a recurring character.
February 24, 2014
Not much to say about panels one and two (a little cold in Milford for a skirt but what do I know?) and less time to say it so…
Bobby’s scowl in panel three stopped me in my tracks and made me chuckle. That is an epic sourpuss. Cheer up, guy! You’re only possibly/probably committing felonies before you’re old enough to drive. Hey, why don’t you go see what that Leisl Ishii is doing? She seemed to always be on the lookout for some good basketball analysis…
February 23, 2015
Looking at the first panel of today’s installment, one might wonder if we’re headed for a bit of slapstick where the pill falls off its precarious perch on Max’s finger and gets squirted across the room by a comedy water fountain, then Max crawls around on the floor looking his waterlogged Flintstone chewable. But, alas, the first two panels are just the set up for Marty to deliver the real payoff, bacon-based wordplay.
The fact that we’re this far into this plot and the Gil Thorp creative team is still devoting a whole strip to a weak pun is….well, pretty typical. This strip is also typical in its ability to bore me so much that my mind wanders down a tangential corridor, then inevitably to youtube. So please enjoy this tv commercial for a leaner bacon that America rejected thirty years ago:
February 21, 2015
I don’t expect Max knows or cares enough to track down a copy of the PDR but for his edification (and ours) this is what branded ADDERALL® (mixed salts of a single-entity amphetamine product)
looks looked like:
I say “looked” because its manufacturer divested itself of ADDERALL in 2007 “and no longer owns, manufactures, or distributes ADDERALL or any of its generic forms.” The manufacturer still produces an extended-release form of ADDERALL but it’s in capsule form.
So any non-extended release form of ADDERALL being currently sold in the US is a generic.
I also expect that Max is unaware of the side effects, adverse reactions and drug/drug interactions of ADDERALL so he won’t know to fake, oh say, dry mouth, blurred vision or changes in libido. Psychotic episodes, on the other hand, may just come naturally to him.
Pretty busy day today so I’m letting you guys do the analyzing — may write a song about this one later. For now here’s a video.